This hash was a party celebrating the birth of our founder, A. S. ('G') Gispert, who started this tradition in 1938, in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, along with four of his pals. In appropriate fashion, our hare, the irrepressible Amanta, provided us with memories that will haunt our dreams, no, I mean, which we will remember until alcohol completely addles our brains. Amanta had instructed us to cum in our birthday suits, which everyone did, but we all modestly covered them up with hash attire. We discussed the need to call 911 Dispatch to inform them of our pending use of flour, but the GM Emerita typically forgot her phone at home (with the number programmed in it). The hare then reassured us that she had informed the police department, in the form of telling her husband, nnCharlie, who is a police officer.

Chalk talk consisted of one plop of flour, with the hare informing us that that was all we deserved. She obviously overestimated our ability to reason things out since we had to guess what those mysterious chalk marks on trail meant. We took off toward the west from Jerry's Bar and Grill, Central and Tyler, which interestingly enough did not open for business until after we left. The hare did provide us with rot-gut beer with which to pre-lube. Trail wound around the streets of respectable neighborhoods, through Buffalo Park, more neighborhoods, and led us to the beer near in the hare's driveway. When we took off after the beer near, things got a little more interesting than usual. As NBA and Anything Goes walked to the corner, a police car pulled up, and the officers asked us if we had seen anyone throwing a mysterious white powder. Thinking, this was a joke, and that nnCharlie was behind the wheel and was giving us a hard time, we laughed like Donnie. The officers assured us that they were dead serious and that nnCharlie was not in the car. We then 'fessed up and let them know that the white stuff was flour, we are a running group that throws the flour, it's all very innocent, golly gosh, we usually call in, but we stupidly didn't this time. The ossifers told us that several concerned citizens had called in their concern for Amanta's bizarre behavior. We let them know that throwing flour is nothing compared to Amanta's other bizarre behaviors. They seemed amused, and they informed Dispatch for us. At this point, yet another police car pulled up to investigate our egregious mistakes. They forgave us our sins and sent us on our way.

Back to Amanta's other bizarre behaviors.....trail led us a short way back to the start where we quenched our thirst on the patio at Jerry's. Before circle started, Amanta excused herself to change into something a bit more comfortable. She came back to the circle wearing a lovely powder blue duster she had borrowed from her great-grandma, and looking a bit heavier in her chest area. Circle progressed in its logical manner, and when it came time for accusations, the hare accused the pack of not following directions and dressing in our birthday suits. She then ripped open her duster exposing enormous breasts and a dangling snatch, all of which were held in place by panty hose. She displayed her voluptuousness for the rest of the circle, causing some of the hounds to rise to the occasion, and for others to pray for memory loss.

The rest of the circle was anti-climactic. The on-after was at Old Chicago where there was actual food to be had unlike Jerry's which closes its kitchen on Wednesdays. Needless to say, there was much rejoicing throughout this hash! Happy birthday, G! On on!